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delightful light meal of salmon,
on a bed of sugar snap peas, with pea tendrils and a delicate tarragon
mayonnaise, accompanied by the most exquisite white wine and a delicious dark
chocolate and hazelnut dacquoise, along with much laughter. Mum, Aunt Jayne and
Sharon, my bridesmaid, headed off for an early night, leaving Mandy and I to do
the same, but of course she had other ideas.
    ‘Get dressed sexily,
we’re going out to get you laid,’ she ordered, sticking her head around the
en-suite door as I was about to brush my teeth for bed.
    ‘Mandy,’ I moaned with
a frown. ‘That’s not the answer.’
    ‘So, what? You’re really
going to walk up the aisle tomorrow and never come during sex, ever ?’
she studied my face as she waited for a response. Inside I was in turmoil. I
was still no closer to deciding what I should do tomorrow. How the hell was I
supposed to make a decision like that under so much pressure?
    ‘We can work on it. We
can become more spontaneous and try new things,’ I nodded, trying to convince
myself more than her.
    ‘If it hasn’t happened
in eleven years, I really don’t see things changing now,’ she scoffed, looking
at me as if I was stupid. ‘You’ll always be resentful if you marry him and
never got to experience it with someone else.’
    ‘Mandy,’ I sighed, full
of frustration. Part of me knew that she was right, but I didn’t want to go and
have sex with some random guy I picked up in a bar or club, just because there
was a gun against my head. Surely sex should be natural? An equal desire for
the other person? Not forced.
    ‘Fine. Whatever. But
I’m telling you that you’re making a massive mistake and I, for one, will be
flying the “I told you so” banner proudly when it all goes tits up,’ she
muttered and stomped out slamming the bedroom door behind her. I scrunched up
my face in frustration, clutching at the cool granite countertop as I tried to
breathe calmly. Maybe she was right. I mean, there was nothing wrong with going
down to the bar and having a few drinks. If there was someone that captured my
attention, I could make a decision then. If there wasn’t anyone, maybe I could
view it as a sign that I was on the right path. That everything I had with
Brady was worth so much more than some sheet clawing orgasms. I marched to her
room and flung the door open.
    ‘Get dressed before I
change my mind. We’re going down to the bar,’ I ordered.
    ‘I have just the dress
for you to wear,’ she grinned, scrambling off the bed and racing to her
wardrobe.
     
    The lift began its
descent and I looked down at the dress of Mandy’s that she’d insisted I wear.
She was slimmer than me, without my tits and arse, so figure hugging was an
understatement. Black smooth material, with a satin like sheen, clung to my
body. It stopped mid-thigh, with a slit up the left leg that almost reached my
hip. A plunging neckline had my voluptuous breasts trying to make a bid for
freedom. A messy up do, with dark smoky eyes and ruby rich painted lips, made
me look like I was a sophisticated and confident model. Until the lift opened
that was, when I nearly toppled over in the ridiculously high heels she’d
strapped to my feet.
    ‘Stop fidgeting, you
look stunning and lean back. Weight on the heel, not on the balls of your feet,
or you’ll definitely fall over. A broken leg is the last complication you need
this weekend,’ Mandy muttered as she led the way across the marble foyer to the
Champagne Bar. I had to make a conscious effort to keep my mouth closed. As if
the beautiful tones coming from the Grand Piano being tinkled in the
background, or the expensive and enormous crystal chandeliers weren’t
impressive enough, the bar was full of men dressed in three piece suits, who
stopped mid-conversation to appraise Mandy and me as we headed to the long bar
to get ourselves a drink. ‘Jesus, I’m coming here more often. Look at all the
man candy,’ Mandy whispered.
    ‘Friday night